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Thursday, August 13, 2009

When the world was "formless" and void

And lo, the administrators who loved meetings, called a meeting on meetings, and forsooth, the serfs did protest, so the meeting mavens called another meeting and set up a committee, which had to meet every week, if not sooner, and also designated it to create and fill out forms, making sure to register it on the form for forms, after another meeting and committee would approve it and fill out the appropriate forms...

God never heard of this...remember in paradise when "the world was formless and void...."? That means that forms, and meetings, come from Satan.

could it be that the fallen angels were kicked out of heaven because they wanted to have a meeting, thus interfering with meaningful life and joy and peace?

That's brewing in my meetingless coffee pot

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